Neverwinter Forest tasklane

the faint limp did not escape him, but he made no mention of it—stærk was here, and that was what mattered.

stærk, he began, his voice low, carrying the weight of purpose. i have a task for you. callyope and i are to be wed, and the wolves east of the vale must know.

he stepped forward, the snow crunching beneath his paws. carry the invitation. let them know they are welcome. their presence will honor the union.

sólhárr’s gaze softened, if only slightly. rest before you go if the road is too far. but it must be done soon—the season does not wait for wolves like us.